Paul trail after Daryl easily, walking practically in tandem with him in a way that implies they've worked together a lot longer and a lot more smoothly than they really have. It's a good front to put up, though. United.

He waits for the older man to finish and when he comes out Paul's got his arms crossed over his chest, hat and gloves shoved into a pocket somewhere. He nods about the assertion, though.

"It's our best bet. They seem to be really dedicated to this cover story, it might take us a little while to learn anything worthwhile." He sighs, shaking his head. "Going on some runs could give me the lay of the land. Good graces of the higher ups, too. I know you're good at helping shore up defenses. And runs. And hunting. And everything else. We can worm in close."